Growing up poor and without both parents around, I didn’t have many opportunities to play sports. Not being a very active kid, I was usually last picked for any typical sports that kids play. It also didn’t help that my parents named me Scrub. I preferred the mental sports games myself anyway. I used my brain and what little strength I had to build a giant fighting robot in my grandparent’s basement. Once the robot was fully functional, I spent the next several months getting familiar with his strengths and weaknesses. During this time, I started to feel like I was a part of this robot. I could feel the pain that he felt and the triumphs when he succeeded. It was at this point that I registered for my membership into the Federal Unified Commission Knowledgeable in Affirming Special Interest for Phony Intelligence (F.U.C.K.A.S.I.P.I). At last, it was finally my night and my robot was primed and ready. He entered the ring and I stared mesmerized by this larger than life creation that I had created, the other robot stepped up and destroyed him with 1 punch. That’s when I decided to try my shot as a football QB and the rest is history.
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